{she who cried wolf} to be yours or to be mine, to surrender to a love so divine, just to be excluded in the end anyways by my own self. in my defense, i have none. –e.l. jayne
The finest part about poetry is the accentuated emphasis of the individual word; the epitome of less is more.
{she who cried wolf} to be yours or to be mine, to surrender to a love so divine, just to be excluded in the end anyways by my own self. in my defense, i have none. –e.l. jayne